His Forbidden Treatment - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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Ryan Evans stood frozen in the doorway, worry lines carving deep into his forehead.
"Sophia?"
He burst into the room before I could answer, his voice razor-sharp. "Doc, what the hell took so long?"
The moment I saw him, a sob caught in my throat. I launched myself at him, fingers twisting into his shirt like he might vanish if I let go.
Dr. Ethan Lowell didn't even blink from behind his desk. "Standard procedure," he said smoothly, steepling his fingers. "Complex cases require thorough evaluation—minimum one hour."
Ryan's jaw tightened as he wiped a tear from my cheek. "Then why's she crying?"
Suddenly, his whole body went rigid. "Did you hurt her?"
Ethan's lips curled as he nodded toward me. "Ask your girlfriend yourself."
Ryan cradled my face, forcing my gaze up. Fury simmered beneath his quiet tone. "Baby, look at me. What did he do?"
I caught Ethan's glacial stare over Ryan's shoulder. My throat closed. "N-no, it's not him," I stammered, swiping at my cheeks. "I just... got embarrassed during the exam."
Ryan's frown deepened, but I tugged his sleeve toward the door before he could press further.
Ethan's voice followed us, dripping with fake professionalism. "Some of us have actual patients waiting."
Outside, Ryan's phone buzzed—a work emergency saving me from more questions.
At home, I face-planted onto the mattress, limbs leaden. Every muscle felt wrung out, like I'd been stuffed with wet sand. Sleep dragged me under before I could kick off my shoes.
I only woke when the bed dipped under Ryan's weight. Instead of rested, I felt like I'd been run over.
He pulled me against his chest, nuzzling into my neck—
"Ah!" I jerked away as fire lanced through me.
Ryan went statue-still. "Where does it hurt?"
The bedside lamp clicked on. His fingers traced a purple blotch high on my thigh. "Jesus, Soph. How'd you get this?"
His thumb hovered over the bruise. Then his eyes snapped to mine. "This is about today, isn't it? That bastard doctor—"
Ice flooded my veins. If Ryan knew about the photos... would he still look at me like this? Like I mattered?
"Tell me." His whisper was steel wrapped in velvet.
Ants crawled under my skin. Lies piled up behind my teeth. But those pictures were a time bomb—sooner or later, they'd blow everything apart.
And I'd lose him twice over: first to betrayal, then to deceit.
Warm hands framed my face. "Whatever it is," he murmured, forehead pressed to mine, "we face it together."
That broke me.
The story spilled out in jagged pieces—every humiliating detail. His grip tightened with each word, but he never let go.
Not even when I got to the worst part.
"Sophia?"
He burst into the room before I could answer, his voice razor-sharp. "Doc, what the hell took so long?"
The moment I saw him, a sob caught in my throat. I launched myself at him, fingers twisting into his shirt like he might vanish if I let go.
Dr. Ethan Lowell didn't even blink from behind his desk. "Standard procedure," he said smoothly, steepling his fingers. "Complex cases require thorough evaluation—minimum one hour."
Ryan's jaw tightened as he wiped a tear from my cheek. "Then why's she crying?"
Suddenly, his whole body went rigid. "Did you hurt her?"
Ethan's lips curled as he nodded toward me. "Ask your girlfriend yourself."
Ryan cradled my face, forcing my gaze up. Fury simmered beneath his quiet tone. "Baby, look at me. What did he do?"
I caught Ethan's glacial stare over Ryan's shoulder. My throat closed. "N-no, it's not him," I stammered, swiping at my cheeks. "I just... got embarrassed during the exam."
Ryan's frown deepened, but I tugged his sleeve toward the door before he could press further.
Ethan's voice followed us, dripping with fake professionalism. "Some of us have actual patients waiting."
Outside, Ryan's phone buzzed—a work emergency saving me from more questions.
At home, I face-planted onto the mattress, limbs leaden. Every muscle felt wrung out, like I'd been stuffed with wet sand. Sleep dragged me under before I could kick off my shoes.
I only woke when the bed dipped under Ryan's weight. Instead of rested, I felt like I'd been run over.
He pulled me against his chest, nuzzling into my neck—
"Ah!" I jerked away as fire lanced through me.
Ryan went statue-still. "Where does it hurt?"
The bedside lamp clicked on. His fingers traced a purple blotch high on my thigh. "Jesus, Soph. How'd you get this?"
His thumb hovered over the bruise. Then his eyes snapped to mine. "This is about today, isn't it? That bastard doctor—"
Ice flooded my veins. If Ryan knew about the photos... would he still look at me like this? Like I mattered?
"Tell me." His whisper was steel wrapped in velvet.
Ants crawled under my skin. Lies piled up behind my teeth. But those pictures were a time bomb—sooner or later, they'd blow everything apart.
And I'd lose him twice over: first to betrayal, then to deceit.
Warm hands framed my face. "Whatever it is," he murmured, forehead pressed to mine, "we face it together."
That broke me.
The story spilled out in jagged pieces—every humiliating detail. His grip tightened with each word, but he never let go.
Not even when I got to the worst part.
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